This is your time. The past, present and future don’t matter right now, just you.

Posted: 2016-05-03 in Anja, DDR, Nina, Nous, les enfants du xxème siècle, Road Trip (to Perth)

Panicking, tight chest and pains, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She lay in bed but found no rest.

I could offer no solace. I’d already extended love, affection and (as best I could muster) encouragement. I’d also massaged her back until my hands ached.

But there was no changing the facts of the matter and the matter of the facts. She wanted to join Anja for the road trip to Perth.

Perth? Hah! It’s somewhere in line with Irkutsk, but on another planet, in an American solar system. Australia is something like Brazil, I imagine, just fewer people, and somewhat more peaceful, with big distances and wide spaces. Perhaps, then it isn’t so different from Russia. … I look up at the stars and wonder.

How it began:

Hot day, she was eating melon.

They said she was Russian. But then I saw her toenails and I knew she was Ukrainian. I smiled.

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